Jason Roland was seething with rage. That bitch had gotten him and his mother detained for fifteen whole days! Those fifteen days had been pure hell—humiliated, bullied, wishing for death.

His hate-filled eyes burned into Jenna Roland.

"You deserved it," Jenna said coldly. "Extortion is a crime. Consider it a lesson."

Jason raised his fist, ready to strike.

"Go ahead," Jenna didn’t flinch. "I’d love to send you back for another two weeks."

Jason’s hand froze mid-air. The trauma of detention forced him to lower it.

"You’ll pay for this!" He pointed at her, teeth clenched.

Jenna ignored him, gathering a pile of dirty laundry before heading to the bathroom.

Jason cursed under his breath as he dialed Victor Roland. "Dad, why is she here?"

After listening to the explanation, his face twisted in disbelief. "She’ll apologize? Yeah, right!"

Hanging up, he smirked and gathered another heap of filthy clothes.

"Wash these!" He hurled them at Jenna’s feet.

"Why should I?"

"Then get the hell out of this house." Jason stormed off, slamming the door behind him.

Jenna stared at the toilet, a sinister smile creeping onto her lips.

"You asked for it." Without hesitation, she stuffed the clothes into the bowl.

In the living room, Jason lounged on the couch, cracking sunflower seeds and littering the floor with shells.

"Clean this up," he ordered without looking up.

Jenna gripped the broom, mentally cursing his entire bloodline.

The phone on the coffee table lit up—an incoming call from 10086.